I is for indifference
R is for the rat’s ass you could give
A is for arrogance incarnate, a.k.a
you,
treating me like a poltergeist,
annoying but harmless, dismissible.
I is for irritating, your natural state
R is for the respect you’re due when hell freezes over
A is for aversion, which is mutual;
mine, for your affected scarf-tossing
yours, for my effusiveness (which pisses you off, so i do it on purpose).
you suck the joy-marrow out of house-hunting,
an activity i love as much as writing angry poems
which reminds me,
thanks for showing us the house yesterday. we’re not interested.